Category: random idiocy
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am I a vampire?
The automatic doors at the co-op don’t open for me. Maybe I’m some kind of technological-age vampire. I don’t mean to say they won’t open for me. I can make the door open if I back up a few steps, then walk toward the door again, or wave my hands in the air over my Read.
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slurpy
Bonkers was – it’s another post about my cat, folks. Spare yourselves. Turn the channel now. (Does anybody still say “turn the channel” anymore? I haven’t been paying attention. It used to make sense when there was a dial on the front of the television that you had to grab and twist, but even though Read.
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trash day
Trash day. Gotta remember to put out the recycling, too. Am I the only one who thinks that the garbage truck and the recycling truck both end up in the same place? I said that once to one of my coworkers, who was horrified at the thought. She apparently never doubted that the guys who Read.
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goddamn laundry hamper 3
It’s Day 3 of Goddamn Laundry Hamper Week and, as you can see, the damned thing is nowhere near empty even though I’ve washed three extra-large loads and a regular load of clothes that I pulled from it last weekend, so I’m definitely not crazy and these pictures prove the goddamn laundry hamper can refill Read.
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laundry day 2
It’s the second day of my attempt to catch our goddamn laundry hamper refilling itself. Here’s what it looked like this morning after yanking three extra-large loads of dirty clothes from it (third load was all the towels). It’s not heaping full, as it was yesterday, but it’s still suspiciously plump. I’m about to yank Read.
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biggest damn load of whites ever
One big-ass load of whites. Possibly the biggest ever. The wash machine is making noises like an old guy straining on the toilet. Hey, I warned you I was going to do this. You thought I was kidding? Read.
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goddamn laundry hamper
So, this is our goddamn laundry hamper. I used to think of it as our magical laundry hamper because, no matter how much we took out of it to stuff into the wash machine, when we came back it was still just as full as before. But that’s not magical, is it? “Magical” is fun. Read.
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night off
I just wanted to note here that we did not drink beer tonight. Rocks your world, I know, but we needed a night off from Madison Craft Beer Week to recharge our batteries and get ready for the weekend. We’re not spring chickens any more, y’know. My Darling B commanded grilled ham & cheese sandwiches Read.
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sale
Seems as though there was a city-wide garage sale going on since Thursday and it ended today, which means that, even though My Darling B and I drove around the neighborhood to see if there were any deals to be had, all of the good stuff was probably gone at about seven or eight o’clock Read.
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spill
Brushing my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror the other day, I noticed a coffee stain on the front of my shirt. I didn’t remember spilling coffee on myself recently. When you can’t remember spilling coffee on yourself, that means you’ve been wearing a shirt with a coffee stain on it for weeks, possibly Read.
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